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Scotland. They were fleeing to Scotland for their lives.
And Andrew was dreaming of hot pockets. Or rather, he was dreaming of a lack of hot pockets. Specifically, the empty box with a sticker attached, stating that this box should not be empty because the remaining hot pocket was Andrew's and Andrew's alone. He had gone out and bought
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The holo catches her attention. She has only barely begun to find her way around the tablet -- but a few crash course lessons from Dawn have helped her out. Buffy looks to be a mix of concerned and...and something else a little less identifiable. "Sorry to burst your prediction bubble but I guess we're way, way beyond Initiative levels of creepy, here."
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There's relief simply sweeping over his face. His gaze whips from the board back to the phone, a smile chasing away that previously exhausted and paranoid expression. Today? Today was a very bad day. A very, very bad day - and hearing word from Slayer Prime makes it significantly less of a bad day - but, priorities. Andrew makes his way over to the wall and snatches the board up, rubbing it against the side of his dirty hoodie in an attempt to destroy the evidence. It's a moderate success - the dirt seems to have effectively smeared the marker, leaving everything slightly blurred.
He considers this enough of a victory for now. "Okay, after the day I've had? No way. Initiative ranks higher than any George Romero film ever." To be quite honest, though he's fought zombies in real life - he still can't stomach seeing any of the Dawn of the Dead movies in full. There's a shiver just thinking abou- and there goes that image of Skinless Warren kissing Claire Higgins ( ... )
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But they weren't near advanced enough to pull something like this off, were they? Aliens? Real aliens - kidnapping him?
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B-but...you just got here, Andrew. How do you already know more than she does? Did you use your nerd-powers?
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"Yeah." A touch grimly. "The evil army guys knocked out all my tech and my wiccans."
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"You and me -- we're from different times."
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"What's the last thing you remember?"
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"Oh." A beat. A hop, a skip and a jump of silence. "Oh. Buffy that- that was like..." Two years ago. A lifetime ago - or so it felt. Suddenly he's bouncing a nervous leg and drumming his fingers against the communicator.
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